January doesn’t arrive—it kicks the door open like a no-nonsense landlord demanding rent for last year’s bad decisions. It stands there with a clipboard, judging you silently while you’re still chewing on leftover cake and unresolved emotions. Gym memberships are activated, diets are announced (loudly), and resolutions strut around with the confidence of people who don’t yet know what February is capable of. January is the month of administrative violence. Forms. Fees. Deadlines. Notifications t